as i have said before my husband travels extensively with his job. i knew this when i married him. it was part of the deal. normally though he would just travel once or twice a month, so the time away was manageable especially since he offices from our home; so when he is home, he’s home. lately though, his time away has increased to every single week. this isn’t as doable for us so every so often i tag along in order to spend more time together. i love tagging along. it gives me the chance to see where he stays, where he works, and the restaurants he frequents so that when he comes home and talks about these things, i can better visualize where he has been.
last week i tagged along. i had the wonderful privilege of spending five days in hurst, tx with my sweetie. hurst, in case you didn’t know (i didn’t), is a suburb of dallas. now, i’ve already done the dallas thing the last time i tagged along: neiman marcus, sixth floor museum, and all that. so this week was a bit more, how can i say, low key. which was lovely because, truth be told: i’m not really into shopping and sight seeing. i hate to shop unless it is for groceries or plants; and my idea of sight-seeing is to look at restored older homes.
so without further ado: these are the hilights of my trip; i present to you my humble travel diary:
day 2: ran moday night’s dinner (veal parmesan) off while on the treadmill. decided i love the convenience of a treadmill. began figuring out how we can have a treadmill on our farm…battled the dallas traffic to get to central market where i had lunch outside while reading up on keeping chickens. shopped. bought, mushroom flavored finishing salt and tea biscuits, among many other fabulous foodie things. battled the traffic to get home, and was nearly caught in a wreck. was so traumatized i spent the afternoon at the hotel watching tv. we don’t own a tv, so we don’t obviously watch much. it was the first time i’ve ever seen paula deen in action. i was mesmerized by this woman with big eyes and a molasses thick southern accent, using prolific amounts of butter. i still……can’t get over it. had an absolutely beautiful candlelit dinner with my sweetie at a french bistro: complete with escargot and floating island for dessert.
day 3: ran tuesday night’s dinner off while on the treadmill. still want a treadmill. still traumatized by dallas traffic. so much so that i seriously considered skipping the dallas arboretum. gathered my courage, and my gps, and mapquest directions, prayed hard, and went to the arboretum. i. was. floored. it was amazing. took dozens of photos and decided that we will not keep chickens and plant vegetables, we will have ten acres of amazing gardens instead. now to figure out how to assemble a staff….. purchased some texas wildflower seeds to see how they will do here in oklahoma. had barbeque for dinner at another one of husbie’s weekly haunts.
day 4: ran wednesday night’s dinner off while on the treadmill. come hell or high water we are getting a treadmill. and a tv. and cable. so i can watch the food network while burning calories. spent the entire day “off” working on my cross stitch while watching (you guessed it) paula deen. and occasionally ina garten whom i am coming to admire almost as much as julia child. made a brief excursion out to a cupcake bar where i ordered nothing more than one chocolate cupcake with chocolate buttercream and one vanilla with chocolate buttercream. my only adventurous ingredient was reeces pieces sprinkled on top which i regretted. what can i say? i’m a purist. had a lovely dinner sitting outside where i discovered blackberry mojitos. omg ya’ll (said with a southern crack like paula deen). i now have a new favorite cocktail. move over pomegranate martinis….
day 5: ran thursday night’s dinner and mojitos off while on the treadmill. contemplated where to shop for our new treadmill and where to put it in my tiny barn-cottage. showered, packed, crammed my central market groceries into my suitcase. decided on one final fling: lunch at the new in and out burger across the street. in and out was closed: not to open for another eight days, so i spent an hour trying to find something else, getting lost, panicking, battling traffic, and getting lost again. ended up very frazzled at starbucks where i settled for a “bistro box”. met up with husbie and made our way to the airport for home. uneventful flight where i caught up on my chicken garden book. spent the evening on the back porch, looking at our overgrown yard, and planning the upcoming week.